taste                                    February 23, 2016
i don’t know what i dreamt
but i woke up when i kicked the cat
and he made a whump on the floor
beside the bed at 2am

God, i want those dreams
where i dance on the porch
of your country inn

these visions where i kick and thrash
or kiss empty men
or die in a tomb of concrete
are no good

i fear to sleep
and can never wake

why, God, would you give me a taste
of paradise
and never let me return
to your place?


About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. My most recent completed endeavor was finishing BA's in Religious Studies and American Studies. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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